I think there’s a touch o’ the Irish—or at least a touch o’ the Blarney Stone—in every writer. So what more appropriate way to celebrate tomorrow’s St. Patrick’s Day than to write your own, original Irish Blessing?
Irish blessings can be:
Long or Short
May the Lord be between us and harm and protect us from the harm of the world.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven
half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead.
Serious or just a touch irreverent.
May those who love us love us.
And those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.
May joy and peace surround you,
contentment latch your door,
and happiness be with you now
and bless you evermore!
or not. Really, it’s up to you!
For our Irish Blessing celebration today, let’s keep them on the shorter side. Here’s my Irish Blessing for all o’ ye today:
May your words be filled with God’s love and light,
Your work be a joy, your burdens be slight,
Your dreams come to life,
Your days without strife,
And peace be the cloak that surrounds you at night.
James Scott Bell
May there be champagne for our real friends, and real pain for our sham friends.
The sentiment isn’t very Christ-like, but the flip made made me laugh anyway.
James Scott Bell
Pain removes the veil; it plants the flag of truth within the fortress of a rebel soul. ~ C.S. Lewis
Now I have the perfect quote to share the next time someone tells me I’m a real pain! Thanks!
May your muse visit more frequently than your in-laws.
May a leprechaun visit ye in the wee hours of this night,
Turn your whole world to green and give you quite a fright,
And may you awaken on St. Patrick’s morn’ to find ‘twas but a dream!
For all your world is full color again, and only your teeth are green.”
May your enthusiasm burn bright, even when your words are trite.
But when the ‘script is fully done, may you edit, edit, as if it’s fun!
(Sorry if that’s too lame. I’m only 50% Irish!) 😉
May your lips find a kiss, may your fist clench a beer,
May the devil stay afar, while Saint Patty hovers near.
Let your pen spend its ink, and your tongue spin a blog,
His Lordship’s blessing cling, like mud from the bog!
In the gloaming,
May the homing
Find you neatly,
Find you sweetly,
Thank you, Karen, for the challenge. A poet I ain’t.